Ivee couldn't help but laugh. "Oh no, I don't mind," she said. "He's just sore that I told him he was getting what I made and if he didn't like it, he was still capable of making his own breakfast. This is an old routine with us." She smiled. "He likes to try to ruffle my feathers, that's all. He considers it his reward for having to raise me through my adolescent years. I maintain I wasn't as bad as all that, but he probably has earned a little fun now and again."